Pastor’s Second Wife- Part Three

Part Three

A Story by Ayodele Adeoye

“Can you see what I have been going through all these years? I have made up my mind more than twenty times never to have anything to do with this pastor again but I have repeatedly found myself going back to my vomit. You have seen it yourself,” Stella lamented.

This is obviously why many people cannot resist sexual advances from pastors. I began to confess my sins for all the evil I have said concerning the ladies who were found to have illicit affairs with pastors. My dear sisters reading this story hear my advice, ‘Stay away from the anointed! You may not be able to resist the temptation.’

Now back to the main issue about Stella’s pregnancy. I began to tell myself I won’t involve myself in this evil act again. Whatsoever that would happen should happen, I am out this time. I needed to also be careful not to hurt Stella. I must present it to her in a manner that won’t hurt her, even though I am yet to overcome the lust I suddenly developed for Stella’s man after he accidentally touched my breast. Did I say Stella’s man? I mean our pastor. Maybe I should discuss my feelings with my resident pastor. But my resident pastor is junior to Pastor Olumodeji. I waved that idea away; a junior pastor cannot handle a case involving a senior pastor.

Three weeks later, Stella had finished the arrangements on her plan to disappear and move to a new location where no one knew her. “But where exactly are you going to? Who are you going to meet over there?” I asked Stella.

“I would like to keep this away from you. I know when my people start looking for me you will surely bring them to where I am. Trust me, I will be fine; I can take care of myself and my baby. Just let this be a secret between us. My action will save the church a whole lot of trouble,” she said.

I couldn’t hold back my tears of fear for what might befall my friend. How will she survive with three months pregnancy in a strange land? What will I tell people when they start looking for her? How will I ever explain that I don’t know the whereabouts of my best friend? I hope this will not land me in trouble. Fear began to find its way into my heart.

Managing fear, lust and loneliness was the most difficult thing to do at the same time; fear for my friend, lust for our pastor and loneliness created by the absence of my friend. I became extremely overwhelmed and sick. Since Stella left, Pastor Olumodeji has not given me rest from various calls and text messages from him. I have been avoiding his calls and messages just to stay away from him. I planned to go for a three days mountain prayer to deal with all the issues confronting me. On the Friday I was to go for my mountain prayers, before 7 am, Pastor Olumodeji stormed my house unannounced. I was so shocked to see him. When he knocked at the door, I just ordered him to come in without even asking who it was.

“Sir, what are you doing in my house this early?” I managed to ask him without salutation.

“Where is Stella?” he asked too, without courtesy.

“Sir, I should be the one asking you where Stella is. She’s carrying your baby so you should know her whereabouts. Sir, nothing must happen to my friend. You better find her wherever you have taken her to.”

My senior pastor knelt down and began to beg me. “Please tell me where Stella is.”

“Please sir, you are embarrassing me by kneeling before me.”

‘I will not leave here until you take me to where Stella is,” he insisted.

What’s this oh God? What should I tell this man? He obviously knows that I knew about Stella’s disappearance, so he won’t believe me if I tell him I don’t know her whereabouts. I moved closer to him to lift him up from his knees, but I couldn’t ,due to his weight. Halfway, he slipped out of my hands and landed on my bed. As I tried to regain my balance, I staggered and fell on top of him. He tried to lift me up but I fell again and this time none of us were ready to make any attempts to disengage again. We began to look at each other, eye balls to eye balls…

(Story copied from another source)

To be continued in part four…